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The zombie sat on the grass with his hands around his knees. "I regret it." "What?" "Prophecy, I shouldn't do this. I rely too much on the prophecy, to the point where I can't resist." The witch behind the zombie wears a pointed hat, and her purple robe is messy in the wind. At the end of the two people's sight, the sky and the earth lost day and night. The flames of hell burned the earth, war, and trembling. Snowflakes are falling, winter is coming, winter is coming. Blood soaked the earth, the wails of evil spirits lingered in the sky, and dusk was approaching. "Minecraft." "What do you mean?" "I don't understand either, but disaster is coming."